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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.