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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.