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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.