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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.