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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.