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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.