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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.