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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.