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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.