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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Television,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.