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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
the Slits,
Organ,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.