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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.