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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.