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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.