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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.