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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.