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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.