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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.