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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.