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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.