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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.