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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.