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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
PIL,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.