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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.