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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.