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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.