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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.