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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.