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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.