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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.