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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Organ to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.