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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.