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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.