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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
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.