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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.