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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.