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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.