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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.