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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.