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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.