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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.