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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.