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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.