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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.