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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.