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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.