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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.