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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.