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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.