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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.