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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.