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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.