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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.