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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Monks,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.