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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.