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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.