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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.