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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.