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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.