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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
John Holt,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.