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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
June Days,
DNA,
CMW,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Television,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.