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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.