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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.