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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.