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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.