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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.