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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.