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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
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Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.