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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.