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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.