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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Technova,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.