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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
June Days,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.