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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.