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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.