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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Swans,
Organ,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.