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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.