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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.