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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.