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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.