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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.