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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.