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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Swans,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.