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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.