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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.