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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Organ,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.