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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.