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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.