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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.