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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.