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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Smog,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.