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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.