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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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?
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.