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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.