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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.