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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.