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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.