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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.