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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.