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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.