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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.