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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.