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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.