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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.