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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Ituana,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Television,
Visage,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.