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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.