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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sparks to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.