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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
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Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.