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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.