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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.