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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.