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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.