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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.