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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.