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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.