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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.