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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
UT,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.