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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Move,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.