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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.