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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.