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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.