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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Smog,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.