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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.