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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.