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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.