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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.