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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.