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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.