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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.