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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
EPMD,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.