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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.