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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.