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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.