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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.