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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.