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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.