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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.