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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.