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 South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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 Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.