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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.