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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.