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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Liliput,
DNA,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.