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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.