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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.