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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.