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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.