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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.