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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.