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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.