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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.