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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.