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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.