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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.