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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.