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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.