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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.