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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.