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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Can,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.