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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.