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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.