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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Organ,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.