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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.