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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Aswad,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.