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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
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.