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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.