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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.