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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.