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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.