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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.