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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.