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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.