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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.