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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.