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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.