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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.