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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Monolake,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.