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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.