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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.