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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.