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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Can,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.