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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.