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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.