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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.