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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
cv313,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.