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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Zapp,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.