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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.