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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.