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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.