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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.