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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Television,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.