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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.