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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Wings,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.