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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.