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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.