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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.