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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.