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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.