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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.