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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.