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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Pole,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.