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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
This Heat,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.