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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.