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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.