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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
June Days,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.