Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.