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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.