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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.