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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
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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.