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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.