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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
X-101,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Wire,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.