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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Television,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.