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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Faust,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.