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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.