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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
DNA,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.