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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.