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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.