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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.