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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.