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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Mr. Review 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.