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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.