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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
the Slits,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.