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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.