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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.