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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.