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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.