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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.