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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.