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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.