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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.