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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.