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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.