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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.