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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.