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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Can,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.