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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
ABC,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.