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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.