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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.