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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.