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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.