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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
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Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.