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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Magma,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.