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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
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.