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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Names,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.