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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
the Germs,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.