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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Wire,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.