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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Swans,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.