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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.