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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.