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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.