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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
UT,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.