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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.