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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.