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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.