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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.