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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.