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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.