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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Magma,
Section 25,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.