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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.