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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.