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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 marimba and a sitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Erasure,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.