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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.