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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.