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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.