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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.