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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.