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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.