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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.