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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Inner City,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.