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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
ABBA,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.