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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.