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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.