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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.