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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Move,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.