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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Inner City,
UT,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.