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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.