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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.