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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.