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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.