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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.