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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.