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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.