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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.