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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.