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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.