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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.