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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.