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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.