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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Television,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.