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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Subhumans 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Monolake,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.