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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.