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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.