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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.