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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.