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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.