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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
X-101,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.