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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.