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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.