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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.