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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.