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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.