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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.