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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.