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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.