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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
ABC,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.