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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.