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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.