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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.