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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.