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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.