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 Niger 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.