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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.