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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.