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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.