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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.