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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.