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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
DNA,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.