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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.