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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.