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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
10cc,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.