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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
DNA,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.