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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Mars,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.