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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.