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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.