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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.