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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.