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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.