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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.