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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
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.