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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.