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 Belize and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.