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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.