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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.