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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Brick,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.