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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.