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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Scion,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.