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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.