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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Motions,
Television,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.