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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.