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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.