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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.