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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Shoche,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.