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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.