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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.