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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.