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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.