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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.