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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.