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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.