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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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?
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.