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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.