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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.