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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
June Days,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.