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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.