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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Index,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.