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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.