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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.