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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.