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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.