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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.