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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.