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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.