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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.