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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.