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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.