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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.