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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.