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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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?
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Mars,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.