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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.