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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.