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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.