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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.