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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.