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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.