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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.