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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.