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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.