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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.