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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.