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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.