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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.