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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.