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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.