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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.