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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.