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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.