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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.