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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.