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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.