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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.