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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.