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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.