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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Darondo 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.