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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.