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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.