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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.