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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.