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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.