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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.