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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.