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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.