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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.