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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.