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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.