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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 dance 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Fear,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.