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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.