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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Swans,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.