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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.