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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.