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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.