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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.