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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.