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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.