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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Move,
the Swans,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.