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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.