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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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?
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.