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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.