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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
X-102,
Pole,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.