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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.