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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.