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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.