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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.