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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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?
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.