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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.