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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.