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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.