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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.