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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.