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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.