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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Nas,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.