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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.