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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.