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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Can,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.