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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
MDC,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.