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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.