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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.