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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.