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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.