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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.