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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.