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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.