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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.