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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.