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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.