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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.