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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.