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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.