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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.