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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.