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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.