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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.