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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.