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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.