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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.