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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.