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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Q65,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.