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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Skriet,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.