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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.