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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.