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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.