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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.