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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.