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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.