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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
ABC,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.