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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.