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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.