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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.