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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.