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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.