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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.