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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.