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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.