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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
New Order,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.