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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Technova,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.