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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.