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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.