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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.