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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
UT,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.