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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.