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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.