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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Television,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.