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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.