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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Index,
Model 500,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.