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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Wings,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
New Order,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.