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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Monks,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.