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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Swans,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.