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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.