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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.