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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Nico,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
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.