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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.