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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.