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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.