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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.