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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.