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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.