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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.