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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Visage to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.