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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.