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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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?
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.