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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.