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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.