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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Animal Collective 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.