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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.