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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.