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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.