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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Index,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.