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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.