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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.