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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.