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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.