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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.