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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.