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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Fear,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.