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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.